Stone Pillows

I have slept on stone pillows

in nights of vivid dreams amid hours

of wakefulness and You

there listening, whispering;

we wrestled, too, and I think

a joint displaced would be fair

exchange for a blessing

in these weeping hours

of deep introspection.

That is the nature of this struggle —

an inward look that should be

outward, upward, beyond

the shallows of ego;

it is really a matter of a rest

I deny myself in an attempt to control

what I have not and could never —

life.  That You are mindful of me 

gives me this great hope as I drift 

in a current of Your design, 

learning the lessons 

of letting go.

C.L. Fisher, July 2020

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